Ao meu gran amigo Pi\u00f1eiro<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Non durmas <\/a>Pimentel, L<\/a> (1950), Triscos<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Versi\u00f3n de Gelria<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Versi\u00f3n de V\u00edctor Aneiros<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Versi\u00f3n de Real Filharmon\u00eda de Galicia, Teresa Berganza & Ant\u00f3n Garc\u00eda Abril <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Canz\u00f3n pra que un neno non durma Ao meu gran amigo Pi\u00f1eiro Non durmasmeu neno pequeno\u2026Bule, berra, chora.Teu pai est\u00e1 f\u00f3ra.Racha cos pesesta s\u00e1bana de medo.Non peches os ollos neno peque\u00f1o.O vento zoa, non peches os…<\/span> Read more ›<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[262,138],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=893"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1493,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions\/1493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
meu neno pequeno\u2026
Bule, berra, chora.
Teu pai est\u00e1 f\u00f3ra.
Racha cos pes
esta s\u00e1bana
de medo.
Non peches os ollos
neno peque\u00f1o.
O vento zoa,
non peches os ollos.
A morte
ronda por f\u00f3ra.
Vexo o r\u00edo mouro
e unha folla morta.
Bule, berra, chora.
Teu pai est\u00e1 f\u00f3ra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n